We are on the cusp of planting season, which means Brad has pallets of seed corn waiting to be planted in his building. This week the big kids discovered that this makes for a lot of fun. Brad must have suggested it since he remembers playing on piles of seed corn when he was a kid. I guess since we don’t have hay bales to jump on, we’ll jump on “seed bales.”
Brad took these pictures on the day the fun was discovered. After supper, they pleaded to go jump some more. Apparently seed bales makes for some fun posing too.
While we were in the hospital after having William, Uncle Darin had two reasons to come to town. One reason was to meet William. Another reason was to stop at the county treasurer to hopefully get the farm license plate numbers he wanted before someone else took them. I’m not sure which reason was more of the priority for him.
This year all vehicles registered with farm plates in Nebraska get new license plate numbers, and some people (all of the men in Brad’s family) like having meaningful plate numbers. The extra fee of getting new plates before the old ones were expired was worth it to them. Barely into the second week of January all five of the men in Brad’s family had been in to get the plates they wanted. When you live in a small county in Nebraska, the county treasurer tells you this when you’re there. “Your dad was just in this morning.” “You’re the last of your family to come in.” She also told us one farmer was waiting outside the first day they were open this year to make sure no one else took his number.
Brad got license plates that are our birthdays. Yes, he licenses enough vehicles that all six of us have our own plate, plus one or two more! That doesn’t even include our non-farm vehicle or any trailers. Minimalistic living isn’t in Brad’s future.
In honor of Veteran’s Day and the Marine Corps birthday this week, I have a book you may want to consider reading. The author, Jason B. Ladd, asked me way back in August if I would review it for you. Reading has been very hard for me to squeeze in these days, so I haven’t been able to get it read. I do think One of the Few looks like a good book. I say this because it is Christian non-fiction and more of the autobiography type of non-fiction. It isn’t all about fighting in a war, which I would be afraid to read, but about many aspects of life. One of the Few has an average rating between 4 and 5 on a 5 point scale on both Amazon and Good Reads. If you’ve read it, let me know what you thought; and if you haven’t read it already, let me know if you decide to. I hope to get to read it someday.
A big thank you to all who serve and have served in our military. We have no idea how our lives would be different without their service.
Small Town Nebraska/My Family:
Brad decided this morning to go deer hunting. When you have family with land and live right by it, you can make last minute decisions to go hunting. Wyatt was very excited to go hunting for the first time with Brad, even though he’s too young to actually hunt and probably didn’t have a clue what he was going to be doing. Brad got a deer, which means I have one less thing to worry about hitting when driving. Wyatt thought the best part of it was getting to touch the deer, and his second favorite part was helping Brad to gut it. Now we better start making room in our freezer.
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
Because the Lord has anointed me
To bring good news to the afflicted;
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to captives
And freedom to prisoners;
To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn…
Brad finished harvesting his corn today. He’ll still be helping another farmer with harvest, but his corn is out of the field.
The big highlight of this harvest was Elliana learning to drive the grain cart. Brad started showing her the ropes Sunday afternoon.
Aunt Renae rode along with her yesterday, but Elliana just didn’t feel like she could go by herself yet. Today she and Brad went out to finish the last 100 rows. He thought the way things were set up would be perfect for her to drive by herself, and she did. Don’t worry about her being overworked. She’s been SO EXCITED all week about driving the grain cart!
Looking for corn that the combine missed
Another highlight was getting quality, one-on-one time in the combine with the big kids. If you want to see how your kids are different, just spend a few hours with each of them in a combine.
Wyatt and Liza rode with me for a short bit and were more than happy when a better option came up for them. Three people in that small space isn’t ideal for long periods of time.
Now we’re praising God that a safe and happy harvest is complete!
This is how Brad and I spent this most perfect October day.
He tried to rig up a bin extension so I could go a little further without needing to unload or spill. I still spilled over the top once and maybe even out the back once. Why did they not make the “bin is full” light a little more dramatic and eye catching?!
My job was a little easier this year because I had a much larger target to hit when dumping into the grain cart. Doesn’t this
look a lot bigger than our first grain cart? It served us well, but I’m thankful I have more room for error. It’s hard to tell from the pictures but there’s a 225 bushel difference between the two, which is equivalent to one more combine bin.Brad drove truck for another farmer harvesting for most of this week. They picked an entire pivot in a day. With a fire call delay, slightly slow start, having to drive slow because of the extra tall corn stalks making more work for the combine, and our small two man operation, I think we maybe got 50 acres done today.
I was amused today by texts from other friends in the field. One friend, who is also a country transplant, texted, “Some days it’s like I’ve never filled a truck before!” I know neither of us would’ve expected to send or receive that text five years ago.
Another friend texted me, “The best days in the field are when you can listen to the Huskers!” Husker football on the radio did help the afternoon go by; and whether you’re a Husker fan or not, this article written by a Husker sports writer who visited a Nebraska farm is an delightful read. It sheds light on why Brad couldn’t stand to not be a farmer and will probably make you wish you could do a harvest ride along.